I’ve always been wary of skip guys and scaffolders since I was attacked by a wrench-wielding scaffolder on Effra Road in Brixton about 20 years ago. The lorry had nearly run me down driving the wrong way up a one way street and I was stupid enough to point this out. Exit pursued by lorry, but I didn’t make it to Brockwell Park and they caught me outside the betting shop.
The gates were open and these skips piled high caught my attention though, so I went in and snapped.
Laban is in the middle background and the new apartments ”inspired by dance” (ffs!) far off. Boxes, containers and skips stacked from foreground to background.
And sure enough, behind me I heard a van pull up and a voice said ”Why are you taking photographs of my yard?” It sounded a bit like the three bears in Goldilocks, ‘Who’s been eating my porridge’?’
”Because I’m a photographer” I replied. I didn’t particularly care since I’d got the photos but I was slightly concerned about the camera. It was also private property so I was very likely in the wrong. Maybe having a non-threatening folding camera (the Super Ikonta) and a gangsta dog beside me helped. I got the health & safety spiel and it got left at that. Ho hum.
Otherwise I may have ended up in here. It was that kind of yard.
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